Ride ➵ Bradley Simpson

chapter six.

Casey's POV.
Flashback.

"You look beautiful," I heard my mother say as I looked at myself in the mirror that was in my bedroom.

"No I don't," I blushed looking down at my dress that fell mid-thigh. It was light blue with no straps around my shoulders.

"Well I'm sure this boy you're meeting will agree with me," She said leaning against my doorway.

"His name is Bradley and I don't know why he's making me do this anyway. I don't even know him," I sighed turning around to face my mum across the room.

"Have you ever thought that he may like you?"

I laugh to myself, "like me? nobody likes me mum,"

"Casey stop being so hard on yourself," she shook her head, "you're a beautiful young girl that any boy would be more than lucky to have,"

"You're being biassed," I walked past her and down the hall into the bathroom where she followed me.

"I promise you I'm not lying, give him a chance please,"

I looked at her through the mirror while I brushed my hair.

"Okay okay, I'll give him a chance," I said rolling my eyes.

She gave me a smile and walked out of the room. I went back to brushing my hair so I could straighten it.

Once my hair was done I put on my liquid foundation, powder, a light shade of bronzer and blush and my mascara with a thin line of eyeliner. It had probably nearly been a year since I went out of my way to do this to myself. I'm not going to lie, it made me feel somewhat confident wearing this kind of makeup but it made me nervous at the same time. What if I looked desperate in front of Brad, obviously looking like I put some effort into how I look tonight. Which I have. What if this is just some prank and that he doesn't actually want to go out to dinner with me.

Shut up Casey. This will be fine. It's all in your head. Wait, why do I even care? I don't care. Well, I do just a little.

I took a deep breath and walked back to my bedroom where I grabbed my handbag that was lying on my bed.

"Casey!" I heard my mum yell out from downstairs, "the boy is here!" I could just hear the amount of excitement in her voice, which made me cringe a little. I hated all the attention being on me.

I walked down the stairs to meet eyes with my mother and smirking brother that was standing next to her.

"Oh my goodness... Casey.. you look stunning," my mum breathed out.

"Stop," I said trying to force away the smile that was appearing across my face.

"Wear protection," my brother whispered, loud enough for my mum and I to hear.

"Go," she demanded to him pointing upstairs. "He's at the front door," she turned back to me.

I nodded and made my way to meet the boy I knew nothing about. Turning the door handle and swinging the door open slowly, my eyes were met with the one and only Bradley Simpson; the boy that for some reason wanted to have this dinner with me. There's no denying he could get any girl which made my brain hurt from wondering why he would want to go out with me.

I watched his eyes go from my mine to my feet, back to my eyes again.

"Hi?" I managed to spit out.

"C-Casey, you look amazing," he smiled holding his hand out for me to take, which I happily took.

"Thank you," I said as we walked down my front pathway. "You don't look too bad yourself," Wow Casey look at you, already hitting on boys; what is this new side of you.

Bradley was in long black pants and a white button up shirt. He had his sleeves rolled up to his elbows and the first few buttons were undone exposing a little of his chest. I wasn't lying when I said he looked good.

He owned a red truck which he happily opened the door to for me to get into. "Thanks," I said quietly.

"My pleasure,"

Everything about him filled me with butterflies. This was not the boy I thought he was. He was... a gentleman. I felt like someone would jump out f the bushes at any moment with a camera crew and yell out "you've just been punk'd!" but it never happened.

"Where are we going?" I said once he got into the drivers seat next to me.

"It's a surprise," he said starting the engine. "What time do you need to be home by? Don't want your dad killing me," he joked, making me choke on my own breath.

My entire body tensed as my hands clenched down on the car seat.

"Wh-What's wrong?" he said slowing the car down so he could take a look at me.

"I haven't seen my father in 10 years," I spoke quietly, not taking my eyes off the road in front of us.

"Look Casey I'm really sorry I didn't mean to bring him up," he said with guilt in his voice.

Talking about my father didn't necessarily upset me, the fact that I actually did wish I had a dad to get mad at boys if they brought me home late, or a dad that would yell at me if I was home after curfew, or a dad that would rather meet the boy first then to let me go out with him. All things that other girls wish their fathers' would not do. I just wanted a dad to be here for me and my mother and siblings. But it's too late for that anyway; he made his choice to leave us.

"I need to be home by 10:30,"

He nodded and continued to drive again.

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Ello again friends. Thank you to all that have been reading this story, im feeling really motivated with this one and im enjoying writing it.

This chapter is obviously leading into the dinner that Brad asked Casey to when they first met. Don't worry though! I'll be writing up the actually dinner as well, just not in this chapter :)

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